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A Fake Engagement- A Real Wedding Chapter 9

Chapter 9

a fake engagement- a real wedding

a fake engagement- a real wedding

“What the hell is she doing here for God’s sake!”

Shyam’s outburst startled Khushi.  They had been focused on his upcoming exhibition for a solid four hours, with Khushi helping him place the photos in the right order at the gallery. Hunger had made itself known, bringing them thus to Shyam’s favoured Yellow Brick Road, a Taj Vivanta restaurant in Khan Market.

Khushi didn’t mind really because she could eat her fill of Belgian waffles with blueberries, melted butter and maple syrup, though she would have been just as comfortable in a small South Indian restaurant not far away from the art gallery.  Normally Shyam would feel better after eating YBR chicken- their signature dish but not today. Something had upset him; or rather someone.

Khushi looked up and about and her gaze rested on Laavanya, who was sitting some tables away, talking furiously with a man sitting opposite her. Khushi looked at Shyam carefully and hid a smile. If that was not the case of a jealous man, she didn’t know what it was! Shyam looked ready to commit murder, his gaze stone cold as it rested on Laavanya and the man she sat beside. He looked away and tried to focus on his food while Khushi tried to get a look of the man who was sitting with Laavanya. She couldn’t see his face but he looked tall and imposing from the back. Surely La was not indulging in a romance with this man, not when she was looking at Shyam with defiance and longing in her eyes. Khushi decided not to let Shyam know.

She turned to Shyam and said innocently, “Isn’t that the model you had been shouting at the last time- what was her name?”

“La.” Shyam bit out, and then added, “Never mind with them. I think we must get back to work Khushi.”

Khushi looked at him in horror. “And leave my waffles uneaten behind? Are you mad? I am not going anywhere and neither are you. Finish your chicken. ”

“You are so bossy at times! ” Shyam’s tone was forceful but not overly so. While looking at the couple, he took a bite our of his chicken like it was the head of the man.  And choked on it the next instant. Khushi patted him on the back and said softly, “Don’t look now, but La is looking right at you. ”

“I don’t need to look. “Shyam said exasperatedly, and drank deeply from his glass of water, adding “We should discuss our relationship soon, don’t you think? It is time we announced our engagement Khushi. ”

Khushi sighed softly. Men were indeed stupid in the matters of heart and Shyam was fast becoming a prime example of such stupidity. She put her fork down reluctantly and looked directly into Shyam’s eyes. The right time to have her say had arrived.

“Shyam, I love you dearly- as a friend and I think you know that you do the same as far as I am concerned. You and I both know for certain that you are only being stubborn. We both know that I am not the right person.  ”

“How do you know that? ” Shyam looked away from Khushi and at La, “How do you recognise the right person then?”

“You just know it- like you do. ” Khushi said softly, touching him on the shoulder and smiling at him. “Go to her when the time is right and tell her how you feel Shyam. I remember the earlier encounter with her and I got the feeling she has feelings for you too.”

Shyam held her hand fast in his and said, “No. That can’t be. We— it’s a long story but we can’t be right for each other; La and I. She is a total five letter word and I am not into such women.”

“Shyam!” Khushi rebuked him sharply. “Don’t be daft! And I know I don’t know what happened between you two but I don’t think she is the kind you describe.”

“Oh yes, she is. She is a tease. I have known her from when we were ye high and she was always the same. She would lavish all her attention at you one time and the next completely ignore you. She is like that. To think that our parents ever thought— She is a total bitch and a tease. She graduated but only because it was fashion. She models for fun, and because she gets to meet men to flirt with.  She did the same in London. Went out with me and when she got bored, she didn’t really break it off. Simply went out with another man and splashed herself in the society pages as his arm candy. She might still be with him for all I know and playing behind his back. ” Shyam’s voice was bitter.

It grew sharp as he fisted his hands in anger after catching a look at the man’s face and exclaimed, “Well, I’ll be damned! What the hell is he doing here as well?”

The man in question took La’s hand in his own and kissed it while La looked at Shyam, openly defiant . Khushi was highly amused when Shyam broke into voluble curses under his breath. Khushi could only see La and not the man as he was seated in the other direction from her own chair. She had seen La’s  reactions and drawn her own conclusions from when Shyam had looked at her smilingly, and held her hand.  That stricken look and sadness in Laavanya’s face hadn’t been the reactions of a tease or a bitch of any sort. Those reactions had been of a woman in love, who knew she was in love and was suffering due to some misunderstanding between herself and her beloved.  She opened her mouth to explain this to Shyam when the man sitting beside La turned his head and looked at Shyam with open disdain.

Khushi gasped audibly beside Shyam, turning the man’s gaze towards her. His eyes widened for a second before he looked back at Shyam, plain dislike open on his face now and then turned away from both of them, his back rigid. Khushi swallowed hard, her love of waffles forgotten. Shyam knew him?

When Shyam said, “Let’s get out of here. I feel stifled.”, she couldn’t agree fast enough.

Unfortunately for Shyam and Khushi, they had to pass through the table where La and her companion sat.  Khushi couldn’t believe her eyes they were stopped by La.  She put out a hand and touched Shyam’s arm while he passed her by. She was pale but determined as she spoke.

“Are you going to ignore us, Shyam?”

Shyam, to give him credit, smiled at La and said, “How did I ever forget that you hate being ignored ? ” Then he looked at the man who stood up and shook hands, “Jha. Long time no see. You plan to settle down in India? ”

His gaze flickered for a mini-second to Khushi standing beside Shyam, totally ignoring him and back to Shyam.

Shyam was too muddled in his own affairs to notice anything else. He shook hands firmly and said, “Rothwell. Didn’t know you were interested in my personal life. What business lured you to India ?”

“Sometimes it is the pleasure that lures you. I thought you knew that Jha.” Arnav replied back; his retort stiffening Shyam by Khushi’s side.

Utterly uncomfortable with the vibes floating around, Khushi refused to look at any of them despite his taunts, especially ignored ASR. Her brain was bouncing around in her head, a green flame flickering in her heart, a fire in her eyes. Her opinion of him at that moment was at an all time low. The scoundrel! The rat!!! What did the man think he was doing, playing around with La who clearly belonged with Shyam !  She wanted to slap some sense into Laavanya and ask her what madness had driven her in ASR’s company.

La looked at Khushi amidst all the tension in the air, and smiled genuinely, warmly for the first time in all these minutes. She came with her hands held forward and said, “Khushi, it is good to see you again.”

Khushi smiled uncertainly and accepted her hands in her own, giving them a gentle squeeze to tell La she sympathised with her. Out loud, she said, “La, it is good to see you too. ”

La looked at ASR and still smiling said, “Alex, this is Khushi. Khushi this is my –friend, Alex Rothwell.”  After hesitating in her addressal for ASR, she then deliberately (or so it seemed to Khushi) put her hand in the crook of his arm and continued gaily, “Alex has come down for a few days. Do you know, he has never been around Delhi much. I thought I’d give him a tour of the city. I remembered you telling me about this place and thought we might start with our lunch here. ”

Shyam looked daggers at Khushi as if she had betrayed him.

Arnav Singh Raizada gave her a mocking smile, his eyebrow raised in question. His eyes went to her lips that trembled as his gaze touched them. He looked into her eyes again, as if silently asking “Should we acknowledge each other as strangers or tell them all about our history?Should we tell them how you melt in my arms when I kiss you?”

Khushi understood the question perfectly but refused to give him the satisfaction. However she couldn’t stop the blush that spread across her cheeks. She looked away from him. She wanted to slap that amused look off his face so bad! Taking a soft deep breath, she controlled herself and made do with a simple acknowledging nod. ASR gestured likewise, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement at Khushi.

Khushi turned her attention back to La and said still smiling, “Glad to have been of service though you could have started with Chandni Chowk; the place that brings both horror and awe to foreigners on their first visit. ”

La giggled softly and Khushi was hard put to smile back at La. She wanted to growl for some reason. She kept on telling herself it was not La’s fault; that La was only trying to make Shyam jealous after all. Secretly she was also horrified with herself for mean thoughts.

At this point, Arnav spoke up, addressing her bluntly, “Did La say this was my first visit Khushi? ”

Since the question was directed at her, Khushi had no choice but to look at him. His eyes burned her just as hers burned him. Her tone was polite but coldly dismissive, “I assumed that to be the case since La said you’re very familiar with the city, but perhaps you didn’t have anyone to escort you around. ”

Her tone plainly suggested that no one would have wanted to escort him. Shyam looked at her in astonishment. This was a different side to Khushi; she was being rude! Confused at her tone of voice, La looked at Khushi for a moment. To diffuse the situation, she said,

“I haven’t lost your phone number Khushi; I just thought I’d call you when you’re a little less busy what with–.” La said and then abruptly stopped and continued haltingly, “–with your –I mean Shyam’s exhibition and–”

“We need to leave. ” Shyam cut in suddenly. Catching Khushi’s hand in his, he nodded towards ASR and ignored Laavanya.

Khushi was annoyed, but kept quiet knowing this was not the time to berate her friend. She smiled apologetically at La and threw an icy look at ASR, who blandly gazed back, before following Shyam outside.

A Fake Engagement-A Real Wedding Chapter 8

Chapter-8

a fake engagement- a real wedding

a fake engagement- a real wedding

“So- where am I to drop you Miss Khushi Gupta?” Arnav asked, his body turned towards her as they sat in his car.

Khushi fidgeted with the seat belt, not securing it and not meeting his eyes either as she softly but firmly replied,”  Since Anjali ji is watching us, you may drop me on the street outside. Then you may go where you wish. Personally I don’t -”

“-care to be anywhere next to me. I know that, Khushi. Maybe I frighten you or are you frightened of yourself, Khushi? ”

Khushi looked at him, her eyes stormy. “What? I am not frightened of you at all! Securing the seat belt, she said, “Just drive, will you? ”

“Not until you tell me where it is you wish to go the next.” Arnav retorted promptly, his eyes not leaving her face.

Khushi bit her lip and wondered what to do. She was acutely conscious of his raw masculinity, his unique scent reaching out to touch her senses. Would it be wiser to simply let him drive her to the art gallery, rather than sit here arguing with him? Maybe she wasn’t willing to let him drive her to the destination so easily because she enjoyed these little skirmishes? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him – a little voice inside her head insinuated. Squashing that voice flat, Khushi decided to ask him to drop her off to the art gallery. It was possible that he might look at Shyam and her together, and decide to leave her alone.

Meanwhile, Arnav wondered what would happen if he leaned in and caught her lips with his. She had this habit of sucking her lower lip into her mouth every time she got anxious. Arnav wanted to touch her lips and release that lower lip from her mouth, taking it in his. His attention was diverted when the lip was released from its hold and Khushi spoke, “The art gallery next to India Gate, please.”

He gazed at her lips a second longer, than with a silent sigh, started the car. To pass 30 minutes of travel between them was going to be a torture since she was so close and not able to touch her. His thoughts still hadn’t settled down from his musings earlier. He still remembered how he had touched her intimately, the way she tasted in his mouth. His body went taut at the memory, a slight shudder going through him. Khushi, battling demons of her own, missed his reaction when her hand accidentally touched his while she fidgeted with her bag.

“Why can’t you sit still damnit!” Arnav growled from beside her, startling Khushi.

She looked at him, her eyes wide with bewilderment. “What did I do?”

“Just stop fidgeting.”

“Why don’t you just focus on your driving Mr Raizada. I don’t need to sit still like a statue simply because you have been ordered to drop me off.”

“What the– Don’t test my patience and don’t  talk to me in that tone of voice, Khushi Kumari Gupta. ” Arnav growled, glaring at her.

“Huh- as if there is any other tone I’d use for you Mr Aranv Singh Raizada or Alexander Sebastian Rothwell, what ever you want to call yourself. ” Khushi glared back, her whole body turned sideways, towards him. She continued, “It is so silly to have two names, really! I have always thought–”

In the next instant, before she could say anything more, Arnav stopped the car abruptly, making her gasp. Khushi looked around and found herself half way through to her destination. It was just a side road, that would eventually merge into the road that would take her to India Gate. He unlocked the door and said, “Get out.”

Khushi gaped at him, her mouth open, her eyes unblinking.  Maybe she had misheard. “What?” she asked to clear the air.

“Get out. ” ASR said again, gritting his teeth.” I can’t stand being next to you any longer. You are such an irritating woman.”

So angry at him that she didn’t even wish to look at him at this time, she said, “How dare you!” Getting her bag out of her way and unclipped her seat belt, while muttering, ” I should’ve known you would act like a jerk. What else can I expect from you.”

In the next instant, Arnav pulled her bag, thereby pulling her towards him as he leaned towards her. His gaze brought alive the tangle of nerves in her stomach that she had been trying to subside as he brought his face closer to hers. Khushi bravely met his gaze even though her lips quivered while she tried to keep a tight rein on her emotions. Looking deep into her eyes, he said angrily as if saying it against his wish, “You can expect this–”

Saying this, he lowered his head and brushed his lips evocatively across her own. Khushi’s mouth trembled under his tender onslaught. Without an order from her mushy brain, her lips responded back, moulding themselves to his shape. He groaned quietly and pulled her into him. Khushi’s hand touched his shirt covered hard chest and felt his rapidly beating heart. A beast roared inside her as he muttered, “- expect this. You make me crazy Khushi Kumari Gupta.”

Khushi mumbled his name, her voice husky with want. He chuckled, but his voice was just as fractured with desire as hers. As she repeated his name, he nibbled her lower lip, and said ” I love it when your voice cracks with want over my name. You can use this tone to talk to me any time Khushi.”

It was his words that brought Khushi back with a bump, back to reality.  She tore her mouth away and pushed him back into his seat. Closing her eyes for a second to hide herself from the shame of having responded so ardently to his kiss, which was clearly meant to be her punishment, she said hurriedly, “Of course you would blame me for your crazy acts as well.”

Before he could anticipate her move, she opened the door and jumped out quickly. Closing the door of the car hard, she made him wince and felt a little better. Through the window,her eyes spit fire and  she snapped, “Go to hell Raizada.”  and ran towards the auto waiting a little further away.

Arnav cursed softly as he saw her climbing into the auto and being driven away. Damn the girl, she always made him lose his temper and his mind, he thought irritatedly. He let her get to her too much. This had to stop somehow. But how? Still thinking on it, he drove away towards work.

A dilemma needs answers. A new story needs opinions!

HELP!!

Uncertainty assails me as I am in two minds regarding the behaviour of a strong character in one of my stories; the title it holds for now is- ” To go or not to go – A family hell beckons”. Needless to say, it is not my usual story talking romance, but a dark family plot. It might also sound like typical family drama (nothing new), but well – I do wish to try my hand at it.

THE PLOT

Samadhi- an Inner Consciousness

Samadhi, a woman in her late sixties, had been forced out of her home a year ago.  Living on government welfare and in a house run by the women welfare committee now, she has slowly recovered from the betrayal and started living a normal life. Since the last two weeks, she had started earning her keep by volunteering to do the housekeeping for similar houses run by the committee. She now remembers the young girl she had once been – a young girl with dreams. She is slowly getting close to the meaning of her name – life and balance of inner consciousness. The enlightenment. Until–

A phone call wakes her one night. She rises and takes the call. It was the house superintendent. They were looking for her and wanted her to come back. As she puts the phone down, she finally realizes she has to take a stand. She may be broke, but she is not broken. The last year had shown her that. Something in her has reared its head up with a vengeance to take back her life, her own happiness. Time has come for her to take action against those who have made her life such a hell hole- her own family!

But first, some questions that plague her need to be looked at-

1) Should she forgive the matriarch of the family, who ruled the roost and had made her life an absolute misery right from the first day of her marriage? It was in the name of tradition that she took immense pleasure in her cruel ways, keeping this new bride away from her newly wedded husband, and later on being the cause of constant marital conflict? Would it be right to call her out on her actions, considering she is physically incapacitated ?

2) Over the years, as the woman became older, she knew sadness was her shadow. But she bravely rallied on. She had thought it couldn’t get worse- but it did. The family she had spent the last forty years loving and supporting turned against her, forgetting the fact that had it not been for her, they might never have made it so good.

Should she forgive them all, who when she needed their support, one by one turned against her, isolated her and became the cause of constant mental pain? What should be her attitude towards such a family in her old days?

3) The man she had fallen in love with and married, the man she sacrificed her once successful nursing career for, the man she should have had by her side as a friend, as her constant support, but the man who never had been-not even when she was in pain or when she gave birth to his child, risking her life for the heir, had declared in the end that he had never loved her.

Thanks to the matriarch, she was constantly berated and ignored by him all her married life. Last year, he had got her declared insane and turned her out of her own house, thanks to the constant plotting and planning of his family. He had even mocked her existence as he had turned her out. When she had beseeched him, asked him to not turn her out – didn’t he love her at all, he had laughed  at her. Who could love her, he had said.

The same man from over a year ago, the same man she had lived with all her years was now calling her. He is now bed ridden & repents his actions- or so he says. He wants her to come back to be by his side. Should she go back to him ?

This is the ultimate question— Should Samadhi forgive and forget all those, who forced her own mother out of her family home when she had come calling and been in need of her daughter, leaving in misery to never return, to the day she died?

Can all the bitter memories be washed away ? With what exactly?

Forgiveness is an admirable human virtue, but should it be practised for those who don’t believe in repenting for their sins and create constant misery?

What about the law of Karma? What should she do in such circumstances? My own heart urges me to teach them all a lesson, to be unforgiving. But what about you?

The more opinions, the better. 🙂